Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.